St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-10-06
KILLED HIS MOTHER.
The Horrible Crime Committed
BY Long Island Youth.

New YORK, Oct. 5.-The following is
the confession of young Franklin Ash
bury Hawkins, of Islip, L. l., who shot
and killed his mother, Mrs. Cynthiana
Hawkins, near that place Saturday night;
Hard feelings had grown up between my
self and my mother because of her interfer-
ence between myself and Miss Hattie Shrieck.
to whom was engaged to be married, and
whom l intended to marry last Sunday. Last
Wednesday hired horse and drove down
to my mothers house, fully intending to set
tie the difficulty or get her out of the way.
She was not alone and l could not get her
away, so drove back home. / was nearly
crazy and could neither eat nor sleep. l felt
that my mother was in the way of my happi-
ness and made up my mind that would re-
move the obstacle Saturday night started
for the house. 1t was about 10 o'clock.
told mother that L wanted her to go out with
me where we could talk over the
trouble between us. l don't know that had
fully determined to kill her if she did not
consent to the marriage, but was desperate.
After talking little we both became excited
and mother applied vile epithet to my in
tended nd in a rage l shot her in the right
temple. She laid back in the corner of the
wagon and groaned. l drove back to Bay
Shore. Mother wa alive when we got there,
and l shot her again in the head. 1 was fren-
zied. l drove north on the Brentwood road,
and occasionally mother gasped, and knew
she was not dead, so just after crossing the
railroad track l shot her third time and,
stopping the wagon, dragged her out and left
her in the bushes where she was found.
drove back through the village and went to
Babylon, where L sto pped at Penny's saloon,
bought q cigar and started back for Bay
Shore, where 1 arrived shortly after IL
o'clock. 1 walked up and down my room
all night l persuaded myself that / had
only done my duty, but it was horrible. I
was to be married Sunday at IL O'clock at
Eaton's Neck. AT 8 o'clock I took horse
and the same wagon had the night before
and started. l couldn't keep the thoughts of
mother out of my mind i'll driving through
the woods 1t was so lonesome l could
hardly stay in the wagon. l dashed the horse
and ran him for miles I thought l could
hear mothers voice. CHANGING down in the
wagon I saw pool of blood had collected
in the bottom of it, and got out and traced
it where the blood had run out and over the
axle. hardly dared to get back into the
wagon. l led the horse for a long distance,
when got in and drove to Northport from
there, after washing the wagon. went to the
house where l was to have been married. 1t
was early. Guests were there. l couldn t
keep still. l finally made ali excuse that l
had forgotten something, and, telling Hattie
that would return surely at 4 o'clock, drove
to Babylon, where l took dinner. From
there 1 drove to Bay Shore. 1 couldn't help
going back. l wanted to run away, but l
couldn't. When got back l was arrested
and for spell l felt relieved. 1 am sorry
now that l did it. l must have been crazy.
deserve the seyerest punishment. 1t Will be
living death if my life is spared. What tell
YOU is the truth.